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Identifier: stnicholasserial4311dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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e, only a few hundred yards away, buthad turned back to assist in the rescue of others.What followed could not be clearly learned. Hewas terribly injured and died on the fourth nightafter the catastrophe. His brother was with himby that time, and believed he recognized theexact fulfilment of his dream. The young pilots grief was very great. In aletter home he spoke of the dying boy as Mydarling, my pride, my glory, my all. His heavysorrow and the fact that with unsparing self-blame he held himself in a measure responsiblefor his brothers tragic death saddened the rest ofhis early life. True, his old gaiety came back, but his face hadtaken on the serious, pathetic look, which fromthat time it always had in repose. Less thantwenty-three, he had suddenly the look of thirty,and while Samuel Clemens in spirit, tempera- THE BOYS LIFE OF MARK TWAIN 333 ment, and features never would become reallyold, yet would he never look really young again. He returned to the river as steersman for George
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BROWN, Tlir. PILOT, STOOD IN THE BOW, AND I TOOK THE TILLER Ealer, whom he loved, and in September of thatyear obtained a full license as Mississippi Riverpilot from St. Louis to New Orleans. In eigh-teen months he had packed away in his head allthose wearisome details, and acquired that confi-dence that made him one of the elect. He knewevery snag, and bank, and dead tree, and depthin all those endless miles of shifting current, every cut-off and crossing. He could read thesurface of the water by day, he could smell dan-ger in the dark. To the writer of these chaptersHorace Bixby said of him at this period: In a year and a half fromthe time he came to theriver, Sam w^as not only apilot, but a good one. Samwas a fine pilot, and in a daywhen piloting on the Missis-sippi required a great dealmore brains and skill andapplication than it does now.There were no signal lightsalong the shore in thosedays, and no search-lights onthe vessels; everything wasblind; and on a dark mistynight in a

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